This is... nice. Not like other relationships I've had. If this could be called a relationship... I puzzle over it, watching whatever's on the TV screen.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I flash a smile and squeeze her hand back, nodding. I hesitate before setting my hand on the side of her face and leaning in until there's only a centimeter between us, "What about this?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott